"Zhou Yan dared enter the Immortal-Fall Battlefield. He must have something to rely on."
"It's no surprise he has a way to muddle the workings of heaven."
Of the three emperor lords, Emperor Lord Jiao Qi shook his head.
He had once fought Zhou Yan himself outside the Ziyang Immortal Palace headquarters, and he had some sense of the man's depths.
Zhou Yan had matched him curse for curse without falling behind. His aura and heavenly fate were perfectly contained, not leaking so much as a trace for anyone to seize upon.
Since a man like that dared come to the Immortal-Fall Battlefield, how could he let down his guard and allow them to find him so easily?
Beside him,
the last of the three, White Candle Emperor Lord, spoke up. "Zhou Yan has cultivated for barely over four million years, yet he's already achieved so much. He's nearly the foremost Mahayana immortal. His fortune and karmic opportunities must be extraordinary. Now that he's entered the Immortal-Fall Battlefield, he may well have found an opportunity. Muddling the workings of heaven might not be mere caution on his part."
"What are you suggesting, Brother White Candle?"
Lingchuan Emperor's expression shifted.
White Candle Emperor Lord looked at Lingchuan Emperor and Emperor Lord Jiao Qi. "When dealing with someone like Zhou Yan, once you've made an enemy of him, you must pursue him without mercy. Never give him the chance to grow stronger. Now that he's entered the Immortal-Fall Battlefield, we should give everything we have to capture him. If we can force his divine abilities out of him, all the better. If not, killing him will still eliminate a threat and rid us of a formidable enemy."
White Candle Emperor Lord's thirst for blood was plainly far greater than Divine Lord Jiuchen's